Baby’s and Break ups
Having Ace come into this world was obviously an amazing experience. Three weeks in and we couldn’t have been happier, but one day it all changed.
Day 22 we noticed a change and we were suspicious that he had silent reflux. The days kept passing by and the enjoyment turned to displeasure. The days became very long, the days consisted of Fiona and I arguing. A battle between ourselves and the doctors in order to get Ace the correct diagnosis and the correct treatment. We were all very unhappy.
Day 86 and not much has changed. The arguments are daily, we have come to breaking point on several occasions during the last couple of months. I remain sleeping on the sofa, Fiona remains been upset daily. This is no fun!!
Ace is now on a combination of drugs all of which should be helping, but yet to see much improvement. Ace looks healthy and we obviously post pictures and videos in them rare moments of calm and quiet!! Ace literally crys from waking up until bed time and the doctors give you the same answers every time ” it won’t last forever”, “it’s one of them things.” Well Mr Doctor, you absolute prick, you don’t have to hear his crys and walk around with him doing ten miles a day in circles around your living room!!!!!
This has literally been the worst experience of my life so far, pushing us to the point of telling each other “you no where the door is!!” Fiona describes it as “been robbed of our nice baby” and I see exactly what she means. This is our last baby and we won’t be doing this again.
This was not what we expected when we had our third baby, he’s been the most challenging by far out of our three boys and I’ll make sure I remind him of that!
What will come of the next six months, I’m not sure. I hope to be writing another post in less than six months saying there’s been a miraculous recovery!
Any words of wisdom??
I’ve read more inspirational quotes in this last sixty days than I have in my whole life!!
Now I best have a wash before he wakes up!!